I Barely see you Barely read you, And I know that I'm Blinded as a bat, When I forage Through the storage, But I hope That the light will come again, There is a moment So important (?) For I know that it's Mine and mine alone, Where I'm an actor No impacter And the stage is a mind That's running, A line that is curving on its own, It's the nature of the beast The choir of sun, When it's lifted up And heaven whirred It's bitter on my tongue, And I want the dove to live But hold him too tight, And I want my skin kiss bye the sun By staring at its light, One of a million Of a billion, Who open their eyes To close again, Fear in shaking Love making, Hope that the light will come again, And I know The one that I stole Is this, Is this, It's the nature of the beast The choir of sun, When it's lifted up And heaven whirred It's bitter on my tongue, And I want the dove to live But hold him too tight, And I want my skin kiss bye the sun By staring at its light